Still Here

The man on the corner shouts He's got all the answers But when you call him out He's a dodging dancer The man on the TV screen He knows what nobody's seen But when you call him up He demands for something green I do believe when we all leave Then that's when you'll know And those who claim they know today They're just waiting to go The man on the digital stage He is filled with contemptuous rage Knowing better than everyone else Pulling ideas from the top shelf The man with the paper and pen Takes his time and pauses when He needs to ponder, consider it then Change, refine his beliefs again The man inside my head Wonders if we're better off dead But we make the most of it This life we live, this little bit The man inside my heart Holds me up and does his part And one day when it gets too much He'll call it in, a new life starts